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A Final Note To Mary, (Epistolary from Jesus)

A Final Note To Mary, (Epistolary from Jesus)
BY Author Russell MacClaren

Watching from the cross, I sensed grief in friends who loved me, unbelief in strangers who looked on, darkness in the ones who put me there.

My tears for those who grieved my passing, were not enough to ease their pain. My concern for all who questioned could not restrain their doubt. My continued love for those who breathed evil failed to change them. Yet I wish mankind to know:

“I am compelled to reach out to you. In my thirty-three years among you, I encountered animal emotions I could not understand while I led Israel through the desert, shrouded by clouds at sunrise, surrounded by fire at night. On this, my Earthly pilgrimage, I lived in anguish, struggled with weakness, suffered through wrongness, endured human limitations, yet such trials gave purpose to my life, helped me ascertain my heritage. It became mine to determine: Am I mortal or God? I discovered I am both. In my duality, I can forgive the fear, resentment and ignorance that led to my crucifixion, for it is my hope that all mankind will follow in my path.

“Before being born into my trial, Father explained that my personal journey would atone for hate, lust, anger, avarice, prejudice and pride, though I did not comprehend these emotions until I toiled to sweat, bled your blood, strove with the vicissitudes of mortal minds, bodies and souls. Having lived among you, I have come to love each and every soul, despite the foolishness of your choices. Of the two crucified with me, one refused Atonement. The second understood and accepted my gift. All of you will follow one of these two paths.”

You, My Chosen Mother, taught me humanity, and I put you through the agony of raising and losing a son. Forgive me, but I could not have lived my life differently.

In mortality, I wrestled with sin but had to die that Creation might be redeemed. Given my frail body, that yoke caused agony, but I never despaired until my Father abandoned me to the cross. That final moment hurt more than all the rest. Alone—I left to break the chains of death, purge evil from the soul of man and return to our Source. Now I understand what it means to be Messiah. It is a burden I grieved to carry, a title The Creator conferred upon me while I withered on the tree.

I have ascended to carry your spark to Joseph and to Father and to join the angels who watch over Earth. I go in peace but leave The Spirit with mankind. Know that my affection and esteem for you are boundless. Thank you, my Beloved Mother!

This and other stories of the cross and Jesus to be included in a section of my short story anthology.
Section called: THE SPIRIT SPEAKS

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This is beautiful. It must have been so hard for Mary to see all of that happen to her son and motherhood can be such a thankless job even if you love your children. I imagine that Jesus was very greatful for his mother and loved her very much. This is an inspiring story that shows what love is and how mothers must become stronger than they ever imagined they could be.